Author: GingerCrunchToffee PM
Tony Stark is unbeatable, nobody could match his... anything, or so he thought. Then, with a clatter and curse, Italia stumbles into his life. Tony/OC. Read 'Pens' for a better idea XDRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Iron Man/Tony S. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 7,128 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 26 - Follows: 51 - Updated: 03-08-13 - Published: 02-10-13 - id: 8999157
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Hey! This is earlier than I was originally gonna post but I wanted to sync it with a story I'm writing on a different site. Reviews are much appreciated! Big thank you to JJCME who was the first and so far the only one to review!
I don't own anything that you recognise, except for Italia and her little… creations XD
Never in Italia's life had she seen three more mismatched people in the same room. The redheaded agent, Romanoff, looked like she was about to start handing out ass kicking's like cookies to blood donors. Captain America, (or, as Italia had affectionately named him, sparkles, to which, after realising wasn't an insult, blushed and looked away) looked so out of place amongst the high technology and efficient agents. Bruce Banner was out of place in a different sense, he looked like he'd spent the last week on a crocodile farm, he was more aware of the tech in the room but seemed detached, out of it, even.
Italia herself looked both out of place and completely at home on the bridge, she could name and easily work every single device in sight, and could probably hand out a few ass kicking's of her own, but she was too casual to match up to Romanoff's stiff stature and the Captain's attentive responses to Fury's orders. Of course she was too at ease with her surroundings, too aware to drift on the same wavelength as the doctor. But Italia highly doubted anyone was on his wavelength.
Even so, Italia had heard many things about this doctor, although nothing that particularly interested her line of work. "Doctor Banner, pleasure to meet you," Italia smiled, making the doctor float back to earth and accept her offered hand.
"And you are…?" He asked quietly, a polite smile gracing his features.
"I'm just another face in this mess," Italia replied evasively.
"If you were just another you wouldn't have approached me, or even acknowledged my existence," Doctor Banner replied with a raised eyebrow.
"No, I don't work well with uniforms, tell me you didn't come because of your… little problem?" Italia instead pleaded. If they'd bought in the only green monster not associated with jealousy to take whoever this guy was she would not be happy. They'd make more damage with him than without him.
Banner laughed quietly. "No, apparently not, I'm just here to locate the cube," he reassured her. Italia nodded, their conversation ending when someone announced they had a hit.
"You're up, Captain," Fury decided as the mismatching group dispersed. "You'd better tag along as well, Italia, we might need maintenance after this," Fury added before turning his back to her. With a shrug Italia followed Romanoff out to the tarmac.
Italia watched on quietly as this Loki character rounded up the scattering guests like sheep. It annoyed her to no end, watching on as these people were forced to bow down. All but one. A man stood tall, his wrinkles forming a prominent frown.
Italia watched on in rising anger as Loki raised his staff, she was so wrapped up she didn't notice the Captain leap from the back of plain, just in time to land in front of the old man, his shield rebounding the electric blue bolt, knocking Loki off his feet.
A few words were shared before the fight broke out, and while Natasha tried to navigate in closer, Italia rummaged through her bag, searching for the one thing she'd ever made that even closely resembled a shield. She knew what the easiest way to get him was.
Along with her shield she grabbed her throwing knifes, hoping that would be enough to help her sorry ass. They were low enough to the ground that Italia could leap without too much damage, considering they were hovering about a flower bed. With a last glance back, Italia leapt, twisting so she would land on her shoulder.
With a heavy grunt, she landed in the damp soil. Standing up and dusting herself off, Italia turned to face the tousling men several metres from where she was standing. With an eye roll and a deep breath, Italia called out.
"Hey, Santa's little helper!" She called out. Both men stopped to look up at her and with a smirk, she flung a knife at Loki's head. As expected, he sent a bolt her way. She opened up the metal umbrella, angling it so it would bounce directly back to him and braced herself for the brunt of it.
The bolt hit her with more force than expected and she tumbled back off the garden, but not before the bolt had time to ricochet of the umbrella, hitting Loki square on the chest, narrowly missing the Captain. The demigod flew backwards, crashing into a power line, which cracked under the force. Italia shuddered at the thought of what that would have done to her.
While she tried to sneak about to get into a decent position to try again, the other two continued to fight, oblivious to Italia's scampering. Finally, she found the perfect position. "So what's your name again? I only ever remember you as Thor's brother," Italia called out innocently, gripping the umbrella and tensing all her muscles. This time she didn't need to raise a finger as a stream of blue charged at her.
This one had more force behind it, more anger and took Italia back a few feet, slamming into the uneven brick behind her. With a grunt, she slumped to the ground and didn't try to get up. Instead she watched on as the Captain take the upper hand for a few moves, until Loki had him on the ground. Italia's heart was pounding, they weren't even an hour into the fight and Loki was already taking them out like dominoes.
It was then, in that moment of slight terror that she heard it. A heavy guitar beat flooding through the speakers of SHIELD's issued jet. As the first lyrics started to poor from the speakers, the other two heard it as well, both heads snapping up at the sound, right flashes of blue blasted Loki away from the Captain. Italia could have laughed as the familiar suit of red and gold landed beside the Captain who had just scrambled to his feet.
"Make a move, reindeer games," the voice of Tony Stark spoke, revealing several small missiles and his plasma bolts. With a vague smirk, Loki raised his hands and his armour dissipated. Tony Stark retracted his missiles and relaxed slightly. "Good move."
As Italia began to haul herself up from her uncomfortable position she heard the Captain speak up, panting from the battle. "Mr Stark," he greeted.
"Captain," Stark returned with an incline of the head. An echoing clatter brought their attention to Italia who had tossed the umbrella to the side as, with a small grunt she picked up the single knife she'd tossed at the now unarmed Loki.
She was cursing quietly under her breath and was hobbling slightly due to the forming bumps and bruises on her back. "That's gonna hurt tomorrow," she winced as she reached the other two who were staring at her.
"What sort of umbrella deflects blue bolts like that?" The Captain asked and Italia responded with a crooked grin.
"My kind of umbrella."